MARTHA:
When I arrived at the front gate of my father’s house, I got out of the cab and paid the driver.
As I strode to the gate and pounded on it, I realized it was locked.
I pounded heavily and waited for someone to open it. The sound of approaching footsteps caught my ear.
The gate swung open, and Elena stood there wearing a yellow top and a brown skirt, with brown slippers too. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she stared at me mockingly.
“Martha, I thought you did not want to come back home again,” Elena spoke coldly. But I ignored her and walked into the house.
I made my way into the living room, where I met Sandra and Mark’s mother, Zara, seated on the couch.
“Good morning, Ma,” I greeted them, as the atmosphere thickened upon my entrance.
Zara wore a green top and a b
